bending_sickle | When you possess light within, you see it externally.*

Today was basically me banging my head against writer's block all day. It's been great. (And by great I mean oh sweet gods make it stop. That said though, I'm still a wee bit ahead, so yays.

Light poured out of the wound instead of blood. It was blinding and edged in a flickering blue, like a freshly lit match. The light behaved like blood, however, welling out of the cut and dripping steadily into the jar, mixing with the oil. It was thick and radiant, a precious metal being poured out of a crucible and flowing like molten lava into the jar.

Chip expected the pickle jar to crack, to shatter into a thousand pieces at the heat or maybe to melt as well, mixing with what was coming out of Icarus’ veins into a glowing pool of light on the floor.

The jar held and the light kept pouring in. The room filled with the smell of dry earth, hot stones and summer grass. The whine coming from Icarus’ mouth grew louder, grating at ears already sore.

5787 / 50000 words. 12% done!

* Anaïs Nin